See that big screen TV? That used to be ours--we just got a new one. That picture of it was taken last night as it sat on our curb, hoping that someone ambitious would come cart it away for their own home since after months of offering, no one we knew would claim it.
Before it got to the curb, it was in pristine condition. By the time it got to the curb, it had a crack in the bottom of the frame. How did that get there?
"I just want to see if it will slide down the stairs."
That was dad's comment as he and Sherman were moving it out the front door and encountered the front steps. The seven front steps. The seven concrete front steps. It could've been worse.
And then, remember how I just explained that it was on the curb because no one we knew or offered it to would claim the behemoth? Well, we spent months asking around; whenever people would come by for a visit, we'd make sure that we'd remind them that the TV was free to a good home. Really, we meant any home. Since we were rejected time and time again, and since we'd already bought our replacement TV for it, to the curb it was, hoping someone else might take it in.
Today, Squiggly popped in.
"Hey, are you getting rid of your TV? Can I have it?"
ARGH!!! Oh did I let him have it. Of all of my friends, he'd been by the most, and therefore had been offered the TV ten times over. Poo-head. And then, he had the nerve to ask me to help him drag it back up to the top of the driveway so that he could come pick it up later tonight. Men. :)
On a lighter note, I figured out how to use YouTube and now have a video to share with you. Especially since we're on the topic of men and the amusing things they say or do. Mr. Brickhouse here is my own personal ice-cream decorator.
Still no job. I do, however, finally get to sleep in my own room tonight. The angry pink room. I still like it, though mom and dad have both tried to discreetly tell me they don't. They won't come right out and say it though, which is why I'm leaving it the way it is.
"Well, as long as you like it," is all I'm getting out of them.
If they'd only just say "paint it again", I'd buckle down and get right on it. Truth be told, I really don't care what colour it ends up (just not puke green) and I actually enjoy the process of painting. Oh, and I have no job. So if they wanted to change it, it would have been dandy by me. They had their chance.
Just after squeezing all my stuff back into the room, I lay down on my bed to take in the new view. That's when I realized I forgot to put all the covers back onto the electrical outlets. Oops. At least I have a chore for tomorrow.
Other than that, my mission for tomorrow is to attempt to tan out my volleyball tan from this weekend, in order that I can wear my strapless dress to a wedding this coming weekend without looking absolutely ridiculous. As someone mentioned:
"If you just take a marker and draw lines where my tan ends, it still looks like I'm wearing my shorts and t-shirt!"
Ugh. And the worst part about it is that it's an obvious line. It's probably going to take a couple of sessions in the sun to work out, but I've only got until Saturday. Woot.
And if they're not blind, then they're most certainly deaf.
Driving home right now, I was flipping through the radio stations when I heard a song that made my jaw drop. It was Paris Hilton's "Stars are Blind."
(I'm not sure that I put the quotes in the right place there...I want them to be around "Paris Hilton", implying that we all know that that song isn't really hers.)
Anyway, it wasn't her song that made my jaw drop...
(because that had happened long ago when I first heard that Paris had "recorded" anything at all)
...it was that her song was being played on FLOW 93.5FM. That's right. FLOW. FLOW?! Flow is supposed to be "Toronto's HipHop and RNB" and here they are playing Paris. Paris of all people! I mean c'mon!
JT has his beats. X-tina's got her soul. Nelly's got booty (pronounced "boo-TAY"). But Paris?! I'm confounded. I'm being stupid, I know. But I just can't get my head around it!!! ...
In other news: first volleyball tournament of the season. Here's confounding: we played, we won a trophy, and yet I'm no where close to being overly enthused. How can you play fair, and yet play to win with SEVENTEEN girls on the roster? Last I checked, we were still playing sixes. All that aside though, I still love my team. Go Tigers!
